Public Stimulation.. I Mean, Transportation! F4F

Transcript

This is an Avali audio performance based on a script by SirCraft. Please be respectful of our creative work and do not download or distribute it anywhere without our permission. Thank you.

Danke schön and enjoy. My carriage is already fairly full of people as we reach our stop, Oser-Luxembourg-Platz. Berlin, of course.

From where I'm standing, I eagerly look out the window into a warm, sunny day. Your stop is crowded today, damn. You're not standing where you usually are.

So I'm starting to get worried. I've been looking forward to seeing you all day, especially after a hard day like this. Feasting my eyes on you makes the long trip home to Ruhleben so much more bearable.

But you're not here today. I hope you're not sick. And what if you moved away? I'd miss you.

I started noticing you several weeks ago. You sat down a couple of seats down, facing my direction. I had just quickly glanced up from my phone, lurking on Gone Wild Audio, of course.

Absentmindedly adjusting my bra strap to see who had entered the carriage here. And my eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were looking out the window.

After a little while, you looked down at your hands. Even from the distance I was sitting at, I could see how nice your hands were. How gorgeous your nails were done.

And I started imagining how those hands would feel. Touching me. Caressing my skin.

And suddenly, you looked down the length of the carriage, catching me off guard. I was still drowning in the image of you, appreciating you from afar. But now you made me part of your day, too.

I'm sure I flashed a shy little smile. I'm horrified that I seem to remember giving a little wave. Ugh.

Before turning my bright red face towards the window. What just happened? I was so embarrassed.

I have no idea if you saw me or if you responded to me in any way. I have no idea if you think I'm weird or something like that. So I tried to hide myself from you.

I know you stopped now and I make sure you cannot see me. But I always see you. I can still admire you.

Drown in you. Some days it's hard. When all the carriages are so full.

Summer tourists or commuters. People are sitting and standing wherever they can. Like today.

And I'm standing, of course. Hardly any room to move. I'm like stuck between the bodies of strangers, looking at backs and chests.

Whoop, here we go again. Leaving the stop, so everybody better hold on to something. What's that? A hand on my hip? I know it's crowded, but dude.

But you're not a dude, are you? Those hands. Those fingers.

They look feminine. They look familiar. Oh, fuck.

When I turn my head a little to see who is holding on to me, I see you. You. You're that gorgeous woman.

A little taller than me, but not much. And somehow I cannot keep my eyes off your mouth today. I need to stop staring, so I smile at you as a sort of apology.

You give me a half smile back. Pursing your lips slightly and tilting your head a little. A shudder runs through my body and I quickly face forward.

It is you. Oh my god. I feel myself blushing.

The hot woman is touching me. Me. Me.

I have to stop myself from letting out a giggle, so I bite my lip instead. Luckily, the wall of bags around me is hiding my blushing. I cannot reach anything to hold on to, so I just try to remain standing.

My arms across my chest, bumping into the people around me. And sometimes, bumping back into you behind me. Sometimes, enjoying the sensation of my butt touching you.

Enjoying your tits pressed against my back. Are those your nipples I'm feeling? No, impossible.

Maybe they are pierced. Or maybe they are just so hard from arousal because you are holding on to me. Nah, come on.

Get a grip, girl. And you do. Both your hands are now holding on to my waist, forcing our bodies to move.

Both your hands are now holding on to my waist, forcing our bodies to move together as the tram bounces down the street. My butt is no longer bumping into you, but caressing you with each shake of the carriage. What are you doing to me? Why am I not protesting? I think that this is invading my personal space just a little too much.

Why is my body making not even the slightest attempt to pull away or remove your hands off me? Why? Why am I leaning back into you? Am I sighting? Your left hand slowly sliding over my stomach to the other side.

A little tug makes sure there's nothing between you and me besides our clothes. Stört dich das? Do you mind? You whisper in my ear with a voice that would have left me in a puddle on the floor if you were not holding me firmly already.

I bite my lip and involuntarily shake my head just a little bit as I let out a big sigh in an attempt to say nein. No. You respond by giving my ear a long, wet lick.

Willst du mehr? Want more? You ask with even more desire in your voice.

Quicker than before I fiercely nod my head. Why am I agreeing to this? We're on public transport.

A public space. My knees almost give way when you say dann lass mich mit dir spielen. Then let me play with you.

Your right hand is moving up, caressing my side. I'm very ticklish there but right now you make it feel so damn good. A moan escapes me.

You abruptly stop moving as one of the men surrounding us looks around. He does not seem to find what he's looking for and resumes staring forward into nothingness. You tell me with a tone of amusement as you continue moving up.

Your hand reaches the side of my breast. I hold my breath as you slowly engulf it into the palm of your hand. I exhale as silently as possible as I enjoy the gentle squeeze you give me.

I'm sure you can feel my excitement through my top. As you go for my other breast, I cannot help but really lean into you. Looks like you're strong enough to hold me.

Gently massaging my other breast makes me lower my head back onto your shoulder. You are so obviously in full control now. Do with me as you please.

I don't even notice the other people, the strangers in the carriage. I likely never see them again anyway. You turn your head to face me and I do the same.

Our lips are now less than an inch apart from each other. Again, I cannot take my eyes off your mouth, wanting to kiss it. Nein, wir können nicht.

No, we can't. You whisper and my eyes look into yours with slight disappointment. You flash your half-smile at me again as your gaze goes over my shoulder towards my chest, where your fingers are tweaking my butts through my top.

Tu einfach weiter so, als wäre ich gar nicht da, wenn jemand was mitkriegt. Das Ende. Just keep pretending that I'm not here.

If somebody finds out what we're doing, it will end. You whisper. I know you're right as I am reminded that you are doing this to me in a full carriage.

Your right hand has left my chest and is moving down, out of sight. It investigates the situation and decides to check how needy I am right now. The firm grip between my legs makes me stifle a loud moan by placing my hand on my mouth.

Your shivering exhale in my ear makes me press my hips against your hand. I want you to touch me there. I need you to touch me there.

Bitter, bitter small circular movements make my soft little panties rub against my cleft. I'm glad I still have my hand on my mouth because that feels so good right now. I can feel my panties wedging themselves between my pussy lips as this whole thing has got me excited like I've never been before.

Your hands still pulling me against you. I can feel your breath becoming deeper from excitement as you synchronize your hand on my breast with the one circling against my pussy. A sharp turn forces you to grip me around my waist, to steady us both.

You giggle a bit, but I'm too horny for that. I just want more of you touching me. You seem to sense that too and without hesitation your hand moves down under my clothes, right into my panties.

I shudder and gasp. This was so sudden, but please go on. If you read my mind, your finger disappears briefly between my lips, lapping up my juices.

My knees almost give way to the sensation of you, you of all people, touching me there, making me feel good. Using my wetness, you start circling my cleft, my oh so sensitive cleft. Your breathing becomes deeper as your excitement rises.

I cannot help but push my hips against your hand, guiding your fingers to do as I desire. You notice and you do exactly what I want. There's no carriage.

There's nobody else on the planet. It's just you and me. It's just me and you pleasing me.

You start kissing my ear, gripping my left breast tighter as I ride your hand, rubbing my pussy, my clit, against it. But it's your words that send me over the edge. It's your voice that makes me come, that is the final push I need.

Your shivering voice whispering in my ear. Oh Süße, ich wollte dich von dem Moment anficken, als ich dich zum ersten Mal gesehen hab. I've wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you.

With that revelation, my dream comes true. My desire that has been building for days as I explode on your hand. I shiver and pant.